And why on earth she chose to affiche herself with a man like Malcourt, Constance could not comprehend.
And another thing worried the pretty spinster--the comings, goings, and occult doings of her nephew with the most distractingly lovely and utterly impossible girl that fate ever designed to harass the soul of any young man's aunt.
That Hamil was already in love with Shiela Cardross had become painfully plainer to her every time she saw him.

True, others were in love with Miss Cardross; that state of mind and heart seemed to be chronic at Palm Beach.

Gussie Vetchen openly admitted his distinguished consideration, and Courtlandt Classon toddled busily about Shiela's court, and even the forlorn Cuyp had become disgustingly unfaithful and no longer wrinkled his long Dutch nose into a series of white corrugations when Wayward took Miss Palliser away from him.

Alas! the entire male world seemed to trot in the wake of this sweet-eyed young Circe, emitting appealingly gentle and propitiating grunts.
"The very deuce is in that girl!" thought Constance, exasperated; "and the sooner Garry goes North the better.

He's madly unhappy over her....
Fascinating little thing! _I_ can't blame him too much--except that he evidently realises he can't marry such a person--" The chair rolled into the hotel grounds under the arch of jasmine.